To the Moon

It was nice to have a clear morning sky with a slice of moon to gaze at this morning. My thoughts haven’t seem to wander that much during the last couple of weeks of running and it was sweet relief to hear the gears of mind start to turn rather than listen to the shuffle of my feet. Looking up at my running partner I begin to think about the moon phases and which one I was possibly witnessing and realized I truly don’t know that much about the moon and its phases. Everyone knows the full moon and the half and I knew that they were broken down to quarter moons and little slivers called waxing crescents (don’t ask me how I knew that because it blew my mind when I said it). I thought about the Sun shining on our little friend and the rays racing past it heading out to the vastness of space. I thought about being that particle of light and traveling for infinity across the universe. They say that the universe is slightly curved and that if you travel fast enough you could catch yourself. I wondered if I ran that fast and came up behind myself what would I say? Probably man my ass is big.

NoMoSloMo Playlist

A new updated playlist to welcome Spring and hopefully get me back under a 6'45 pace.

The patter of little feet

A funny thing happen to me this morning. As I ran thinking about what a wonderful feeling it is to have the freshly fallen rain kick up on my bare legs a little creature scurried past me. I am not going to fib to you and say that I wasn’t startled because seeing anything at four in the morning is a big surprise. It took a second to register who this little critter was as it ran waving its tail. It took another second for the smell to hit me. The skunk made its way into the darkness of farm ditch and I continued down the road trying to get some distance between me and the foul stench. I had to smile when I was far enough away and knew I wasn't going to carry that funk with me all the way home. It would have been long and nauseating three miles home if I had been the unfortunate victim of Mr. Skunk. So here’s a playlist for you Mr. Skunk and all the little and sometimes larger animals that cross my pass.